illustrations of repentance

the light margins of the woods
made slight illustrations
of the world.
and in it, we did laugh,
all of us,
and in the grandeur of the vision
came an earthy truth:
the light and the rain's coming down,
and it's enough to make me say
'i'm sorry for everything i've done'
while still laughing for joy.
because all that matters
is what's been done despite.

I have the sweet wound of repentance.
a stab of pain so happy that
nothing I call pleasure could steal it away.